25 Feb, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
The movies have got it all wrong. Pre-meditation is only a term to add drama. Most of the time the victims happened to be someone unlucky enough to catch our eyes.
I have not been successful for a while now.
I do not know how it happens, why I choose the girl I choose. [...]
22 Feb, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
there’s nothing easier than telling a lie. but you know that so well. no one asked about your mother, they assumed that she’d be just fine, taking it all in. I had expected this from you – knew one of these days you’d be driving full speed into a crash, terminating every single thing we [...]
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My favorite girl is writing again and my toes are curled with the possibility of devouring her words on a daily basis. Sometimes I think she is writing only for me, although I doubt she knows of my existence. I don’t really enjoy female writers as much as I do male, but with her [...]
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18 Feb, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I went to yoga again yesterday, and you were there too. No one really knew we used to be together, and I’m pretty sure in a while people who had an inkling of our relationship would forget that we even existed. Our love disappeared as easily in the crowd of people crammed inside the elevator, [...]
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10 Feb, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
There’s a danger in my car, and the danger is driving it late at night. The minute before the storm was beautiful; when the first few raindrops hit my windshield I called my lover up, just to share with him the moment. I told him that I felt like I was in a magical world. [...]
lawyer, jeweler, aiman: Lhandruk, nepal 2009
You know what I love about reading? The very length it takes you. Day 2 of the hike, resting our aching legs and feet and weary bodies on the hard plastic chairs, I saw the book he was holding. To Kill a Mockingbird, with the exact same paperback cover [...]
04 Feb, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I saw her on the train, in a conference hall, at the groceries, buying carrots. Suddenly, after that night, I see her in every woman that happens to have whatever she has, either brown hair, or wide forehead, or that sexy mole on her cheek. No one yet, to my relief and disappointment, has the [...]